CLARISSA’S POV
The party hums around me. My heart is still pounding, my mind racing with thoughts of Landon. That moment—his touch, the way his lips hovered so close to mine before he pulled away—it lingers, igniting something deep inside me. I don’t know what’s happening between us, this maddening push and pull. But I do know that standing here, pretending to enjoy the party, is unbearable.
I step outside, desperate for air, desperate for him. The night is cool against my flushed skin, but I barely notice. Just as I start down the steps, I hear my name.
"Clarissa!"
I turn to see Jemma and Zaya hurrying toward me.
"Are you okay?" Zaya asks, searching my expression.
"Yeah, I’m fine," I assure them, forcing a small smile.
"Girl, that truth or dare game? You were a total badass," Jemm
